Loosing control

With that look of surrender in Monica's face ... that look of defeat...they could all tell she'd not only given up on everything...they could tell that the golden ring was no longer powerful...but for how long had it been? they'd been quivering in fear just by the mention of the name of this lady...they'd flinch and winch like pain was inflicted on then...but all to no course? had the ring been powerless for just a day or two...or perhaps a decade?... well luscious seemed more interested now than ever to hear about the ring...he'd heard rumors about the supposed power of the ring...he had heard rumors of how everyone fell by the power of this ring just because...they'd dared to look at this queen... and those that had offended her had paid with more than their lives for it...he was thinking he was going to see the ring in manifestation when the shadow had surfaced ...he thought he was the only one who'd been hunted by it...he thought the ring was going to help him and destroy this shadow...he thought the shadow had ventured and perhaps followed him into the wrong place. but he'd been wrong all along...all his assumptions...the joy he'd fired up because he thought he was secured had withered like a water lettuce in the desert

but to him...this turn isn't and wouldn't be such a bad one...he'd finally hear the tale of the ring from the horses mouth...he'd finally know if all those rumors were true ...

"still waiting for my answer Monica..."the voice echoed through the rusty metal walls again..this time mild and gentle...like it was a lambs voice.... anyone who hadn't seen what it just did with the queen... would actually want to melt in it ... thinking it indeed is what it professed to be... Monica wasn't moved...she rolled her eyes and she smirked again...oh no! how come? how was she yet so daring ? wasn't she feeling the pain...? she was in the pool of her blood...blood was still dripping off her like she was a basket full of blood...her clothes were stuck to her and...

"and you're yet to answer my question too..."was what she Monica just said?... luscious cleaned his eyes with the back of his hands and became more attentive...he wanted to make sure he didn't imagine her saying that...but before he could even finish his actions...he could already hear the lady screaming again...he bet people in the desert too could hear this.... the view of Monica in the air been squeezed by magic was damm horrific...her eyes were budging out and blood was flowing faster than tears would from her eyes...her nose was also covered by a blood stream...her mouth too...she was been squeezed as she floated in the air...like a sponge... been drained off water...and before they could even move a muscle everywhere was quiet like the god of silence had passed by... luscious had tucked his head into his hands that formed a shield above it...the lord... Philip was looking to the other wall of the throne room...he could not do anything...this power was certainly beyond him...he'd seen a little of this in his visions...but he didn't know it will get to this...

Lord Philip felt something cold yet warm... like a liquid move..flow down his cheek...he immediately moved his fingers to touch it and when he took a look at his fingers...it was thick blood...his eyes budged out...he immediately looked at the direction of his wife ..but he could only find her tosle at the right wall of the room... and at the other end as his eyes privily searched...he found her other half....she'd been split in two... killed in cold blood in his presence....he rose immediately like he was going to charge...at a shadow?... his body began to boil .. and the steam of his blood was evident... luscious was terrified beyond terrified...there was no word fit enough to explain his fear now...he felt like melting and then evaporating immediately so he could be nowhere to be found...at least not anywhere near here...

but what? why was she so stubborn? did she think this was a joke? she'd pissed off this shadow ....this shadow with all the powers they could never imagine... but luscious just remembered a name 'where the hell was lord supreme?...where in the land of fantasy's name is he? where is lord Allen? isn't he watching this? this coldness with which the shadow just murdered a blood sucking deity.'..this brutality was beyond anything else he'd heard. .. seen and known ..where is the lord Allen? he was beginning to feel hot tears stream down his cheek...he had no trust that this lord... Philip would be able to save him...if the lady wasn't able... even if she was in possession of the ring...how would this myth?...with no magic at all but to see the future and the past...how was he going to save him? ironically he would be the one saving him...and he didn't have confidence in himself...he was weak!

"your turn Philip...I'd give you a second to consider your next action.. before you work on it"was what the voice said...was it really been considerate now? after killing the wife of this lord..... before his eyes...in cold blood?.. who was it kidding now? really?

although Philip wouldn't say he had a little liking for this lady...his wife...he totally hated her...prayed .. waited and watched for the day she'd die .. only this was too much for him to handle... watching her die ...he'd spent almost his entire life along side her...no! no!... he didn't think she deserved such death...he had to calm down... somehow...so he'd not meet the same fate with her...

And as the shadow had said..it waited for something that felt like forever...leaving no aura...no warning of it's presence...but the panting of the lord and Prince's heavy heartbeats until they slowly subsided... probably because they thought it was gone? but before they could completely relax came the voice again

"I know you know about the ring... take it off her finger."came that sardonic voice again... sweeter than the sweetest melody...the voice had scared them that they subconsciously ceased their breaths...but it was talking to Philip... Philip immediately moved...and did it's bidden.